We are actors and actresses-iss-iss.
Underneath the tattoo of a heart
are layers of skin and blood and bones
compatible with a real and beating
t-ta-ta-ticker, but this design
It rises and falls with an inhale and, phew,
an exhale. A puff of gray lingers
in the air while a mile away
at the local gym, forty-two people sculpt
in a common medium. Some
have their own tattoos. Others, their own scars.
They speak and they sing songs of this.
They are actors and actresses.
(org. 3/18/07 rev. 2/11/09)